The Girl Who Fell in Love with the Moon
Quintet of warped morality fables on the heavenly bodies is full of theatrical exuberance
This article is from 2015.
Following last year’s well-received The Hive, the Human Zoo theatre company return with a touching if slightly bewildering quintet of quirky, warped morality fables loosely hung around the heavenly bodies.
With white faces, clownish mannerisms and a witty if sometimes wordy script – delivered with an impeccable, sparky sense of ensemble – they tell tales of a star-obsessed ingénue (a gloriously vacant Fleur Rooth) sucked into the darker side of a make-believe Hollywood, a go-getter (Rosalind Hoy, dogged and strong-willed) who climbs a mountain to meet the sun, and a visit from a mysterious lunar stranger to the incredulous heroine of the show’s title (a sharply etched performance from Florence O’Mahony, who also directs).
Using puppetry, live music from talented multi-instrumentalist Freddie Crossley, movement and plenty of glittery ticker tape, O’Mahony’s production feels breathlessly inventive and thoroughly entertaining, even if there’s the nagging question of what any of it is trying to say. Although at times it feels like the show’s theatrical exuberance has got in the way of much sense of overall meaning, it’s a visual and musical delight, imaginative, ingenious and surprisingly moving.
Pleasance Dome, 556 6550, until 31 Aug (not 17), 2.30pm, £7.50–£10 (£6.50–£9).